Sometimes, I just wish people could atleast TRY to know half of my story. |
Try living in MY shoes and you'll not only feel the w.e.i.g.h.t. of the world on your shoulders, but the empty feeling you get knowing you're carrying it AlOnE as well. You'll feel the pressure of trying your HARDEST to please people. You'll feel the h.e.a.r.t.b.r.e.a.k. knowing you failed them. Step Into My Shoes and you'll know what it's like... to only have one person, one SiNgLe person to go to when you need a brake. You'll feel the confusement of not UNDERSTANDING why that has to be the way it is. You'll feel the disappointment that comes along with having that one person be s.o. f.a.r. a.w.a.y from you. That absence will gnaw at you until you think you've had EnOuGh . But no, that's merely just the begining of it. Step Into My Shoes for a day, and you'll realize... that the closes people... those who live near you, even with you, maybe... are the ones who are truly FuRTHEST away. They won't understand you. Not because they can't, but because they simply don't w.a.n.t t.o . You'll take part in the act, cherish the fact that GOD will be your BEST friend. He won't judge you. He won't tell you you're doing everything wrong even when you are. He won't disapprove. SuGaRcOaT things. Atleast not to your face. Step Into My Shoes and you'll know how hard it is. But then again... don't walk in MY footsteps because I walk into w.a.l.l.s . |